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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM - DAY Dudley watches intently as Ed Exley skims a report, memorizing names and dates. Jack and other brass are also here along with a stenographer. So's Bud. One of these guys killed Stensland. Through tinted glass, the three suspects in three different rooms. EXLEY Casitas Youth Camp... Coates twenty-two, a boxer... Manager saw them burning clothes. Satisfied, Exley sets the report down. DUDLEY Ed, I want confessions. EXLEY I'll break them, sir. As Exley steps into the #1 room, Jack joins Dudley. INT. #1 ROOM - DAY JACK You think golden boy can handle it, Cap? DUDLEY I think you'll be surprised what Edmund's capable of. Exley closes the door. Ray Coates is cuffed to a chair, dressed in baggy County denims. One eye swollen shut, lip split, a smashed nose with one nostril split. Exley unlocks his cuffs. drops cigarettes and amtches on the table. As Coates rubs his wrists... EXLEY They call you Sugar Ray because of Ray Robinson? (no answer) They say Robinson can throw a four punch combination in one second. Do you believe that? Coates just stares at him. EXLEY You're twenty-two, aren't you, Ray? COATES Say what and so what.

EXLEY Did one of the officers work you over a little? No bite. Coates just stares back. EXLEY You look like Robinson after that last LaMotta fight. 'Course LaMotta looked a lot worse. So you're twenty-two, right? COATES Man, why do you keep asking me that? EXLEY Just getting my facts straight. Twenty-two makes it a gas chamber bounce. You should have pulled this caper a couple of years ago. Get life, do a little Youth Authority jolt, transfer to Folsom a big man. Orbit on some of that good prison brew, get yourself a sissy -- COATES I never truck with no sissies! EXLEY That fucking Larry. I almost believed him. COATES Believed what? EXLEY Nothing, Ray. (laughs) That Larry, he's a pisser. You did the Casitas Youth Camp with him, didn't you? COATES Man, why're you talkin' about Larry? His business is his business. Unseen by Coates, Exley reaches under the table, takes hold of one of three toggle switches.

EXLEY<br />

Did one of the officers work you<br />

over a little?<br />

No bite. Coates just stares back.<br />

EXLEY<br />

You look like Robinson after<br />

that last LaMotta fight. 'Course<br />

LaMotta looked a lot worse. So<br />

you're twenty-two, right?<br />

COATES<br />

Man, why do you keep asking me<br />

that?<br />

EXLEY<br />

Just getting my facts straight.<br />

Twenty-two makes it a gas chamber<br />

bounce.<br />

You should have pulled this caper<br />

a couple of years ago. Get life,<br />

do a little Youth Authority jolt,<br />

transfer to Folsom a big man.<br />

Orbit on some of that good prison<br />

brew, get yourself a sissy --<br />

COATES<br />

I never truck with no sissies!<br />

EXLEY<br />

That fucking Larry. I almost<br />

believed him.<br />

COATES<br />

Believed what?<br />

EXLEY<br />

Nothing, Ray.<br />

(laughs)<br />

That Larry, he's a pisser. You<br />

did the Casitas Youth Camp with<br />

him, didn't you?<br />

COATES<br />

Man, why're you talkin' about<br />

Larry? His business is his<br />

business.<br />

Unseen by Coates, Exley reaches under the table, takes<br />

hold of one of three toggle switches.

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